1. Post a comment with your character spilling their confessions and innermost thoughts for all to see 2. Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc. 3. Discuss, accuse, commiserate, threadjack, etc.
The acknowledgement of my own fear was too frightening; denying it was a safer bet. I constantly refused offers of help and love because both demanded an acceptance of vulnerability. I was unable to cope with those who threatened to put a crack in the carefully controlled world I built for myself.
I will give you a story. My vengeance against somebody who had ruined the simulacrum of love she had offered. I had wanted love that wouldn't break me down and, in my rage, I lost, forgot, repressed, projected and attacked my own helplessness. To call it murder is perhaps not strong enough. Her death was a punishment. My revenge against the disturbing business of being a human being.
And here is where the present comes in. I still fear that I will lose control and the possibility my work will bring me any satisfaction. I take no pleasure in acknowledging that I will one day "fall off the wagon", as it were.
About the second point. Would you mind explaining why I would want to climb back on in disgrace, though? What satisfaction is there in admitting you've chosen poorly?
Well, think about it the other way -- what kinda loser fails once and then immediately throws in the towel? Ain't nothing worth doing that didn't take effort.
And I don't care for changing everything about myself to meet your inferior standards. I'm simply making the attempt to keep you all happy because I know which side my bread's buttered, so to speak.
font is totally on purpose btw
I will give you a story. My vengeance against somebody who had ruined the simulacrum of love she had offered. I had wanted love that wouldn't break me down and, in my rage, I lost, forgot, repressed, projected and attacked my own helplessness. To call it murder is perhaps not strong enough. Her death was a punishment. My revenge against the disturbing business of being a human being.
And here is where the present comes in. I still fear that I will lose control and the possibility my work will bring me any satisfaction. I take no pleasure in acknowledging that I will one day "fall off the wagon", as it were.
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That fear won't go away though. Never does.
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About the second point. Would you mind explaining why I would want to climb back on in disgrace, though? What satisfaction is there in admitting you've chosen poorly?
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[ Isn't this usually where you put #me? Or is it #relatable? ]
It never gets easy, but if you actually give a damn about changing for the better, you keep trying, no matter how many times you screw up.
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And I don't care for changing everything about myself to meet your inferior standards. I'm simply making the attempt to keep you all happy because I know which side my bread's buttered, so to speak.
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And why the hell do you even care about the opinions of others?
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[Keep your sociability away from him.]
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[He is in some respects. It's complicated.]